Chapter 30

Pembroke awoke with a splitting headache. Rarely had he drank so much in recent years. He remembered boasting to Sophie about his voyeurism, about the revenge porn posted of her, oh God...

Suddenly, he panicked. Where was she? He ran downstairs and saw that the door to the ‘broom cupboard’ was still shut. Somewhat relieved, he found his laptop and checked that Sophie was still in her cell. She was in a foetal position still in red thong and bra. She looked very upset. He remembered snogging her, but was confident had had not gone too far ... yet.

He checked his history, what a fool he had been. She could have taken advantage of him and sent a message out on the internet somehow. His head was still buzzing as he brought her breakfast.

“So sorry about last night Sophie. I suppose you already know that I am a monster but last night I confirmed it. I do enjoy hurting people sometimes, I just can’t help it. I will try and be good with you, if you obey me, I promise. But I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Yes sir” she mumbled.

Through the fog of his hangover, Pembroke remembered one detail from last night.

“Its daddy, you call me daddy from now on. Remember, I only promise not to hurt you if you obey me.”

“Yes ... daddy.”

Pembroke decided to have a shower in the area just in front of her cell. Sophie had to eat while having the sight of him, naked, washing himself. Other than beautiful slim girls he had shown her on videos and pictures, he was the only human being she had seen for ten days. His penis was limp but still thick. She struggled to find any attractive points to his body.

Elsewhere the police were drawing a blank. While some officers were focusing on the phone elements, Detective Gerald Murphy was more interested in Rodney Jackson, who had claimed to have offered Sophie a lift, and was the only person who had spoken with her after she got off the train. He had seemed evasive about which road he had taken, and the police were still not sure. But what also made Murphy suspicious was that Jackson was a convicted sex offender, found guilty of sexual assault some years previously.

Jackson himself was nervous, on that morning he had been coming home early, while his wife had gone out to work, so that he could meet his girlfriend, Selina. Jackson was 29, and Selina was just 15 and a schoolgirl who had bunked off school. Jackson had excitedly told his wife about Sophie before realizing how suspicious it was that he had been driving there at that time. He had manufactured a tale about forgetting his work tools. Murphy understood the wife’s suspicions after he interviewed him.

Nervous, Rodney Jackson told Seline that they could not see each other anymore, and in a fury she spread an online rumour that he was a sexual predator. Things went from bad to worse for Rodney when the Police investigated and took away his computer and found child porn. Rodney was arrested with suspicion of Sophie’s disappearance. He could not give an alibi for the rest of the day, not wanting to admit he had been having sex with a different girl, who was only 15.

Pembroke got a call about taking an IT job in London which would pay 750 pounds a day in view of his great experience. He had spent thousands on Sophie’s disappearance and needed to make up for it with some work before teaching began again. It was important to have a rainy day fund.

Pembroke spent the rest of the day swimming and walking trying to work off his hangover. He sat in a cafe, reading the papers, admiring the waitresses. He felt sad that he would go to his grave never having had the real love and affection of a girl, he thought.

At home, he attended to his mother, and then brought out Sophie’s school uniform. It had been cleaned but still bore the marks of the kidnaping, with some scratches and holes. Going down to the basement, he said hello to Sophie.

“Hello ... er ... daddy””

“Good girl, how is your book.”

“Its good I like it.”

“Here, a change of clothes, its your school uniform, with some nice white knickers and socks, I want you to shower, brush your teeth, shave, and be dressed in your uniform. I will be sitting here working.”

Sophie was somewhat grateful to change out of her dirty thong and showered again, shaving away the slight stubble everywhere. It was with some nostalgia that she put her uniform on again. She could remember leaving her bedroom like this for the last time. After brushing, she sat and waited for Pembroke to emerge.

He had been on his laptop, his eyes fixated on videos and pictures of Sophie. When he finally emerged from his den, he connected his laptop to the larger screen, projecting a disturbing collage of videos featuring Sophie. The compilation included a video of her masturbating, another of her dancing to K-pop, and various scenes from the dungeon. Without saying a word, Pembroke left and headed upstairs, leaving Sophie to watch the unsettling footage. She squirmed uncomfortably as the videos played, the intimacy and invasion of privacy unnerving her.

Pembroke showered, brushed his teeth, and changed into fresh clothing before returning downstairs. Sophie shuddered in revulsion as he approached the cell wearing nothing but another thong. The sight made her skin crawl. She tried to prepare herself mentally, to detach and disassociate from whatever might happen next.

“Hello Sophie, you look marvelous, are you thinking of all the happy memories of when you wore that uniform? I want to see that cheerful schoolgirl spirit now.”

Pembroke opened the cell door and gestured her out. In the outside world, an old fat hairy man in a thong accosting a school girl in uniform would have been a shocking scene, here it was normal. He moved the bed over to the center of the room and ordered Sophie to make the mattress with some white sheets.

A sense of doom lay over her as Sophie tucked the mattress in, especially when she felt his hand go up her skirt as she bent over to the other side.

“Sit down with me Sophie.”

The two kissed on the bed. Tongues interlocked, Pembroke’s hand on her thighs, and Sophies bunched in fists by her sides. His hands started to roam all over, up her blouse, and under her bra, tweaking her nipples. Sophie gasped and stared at the ceiling -so it was beginning. Please, let it not hurt too much.

He placed his fingers in her mouth, and ran his hands over her tongue, looking inside her mouth as if she were a sex doll to be inspected. He stuck his tongue in her ear; she shuddered as she heard and felt the wet tongue charge its way almost inside her brain, like a slug invading her mind.

Pushing her on her back, he went to her legs and licked them all the way from the socks to her thighs, up her skirt and began lapping furiously at her pussy through the cotton knickers. Sophie arched her back and panted, this felt good. “Hmmmm” she closed her eyes, and admitted to herself that there were some things she could not help but enjoy.

He flicked off her socks, and moved his tongue to the soles of her feet and her toes, sucking and licking. He had to hold her ankles tight to stop her kicking, as she screamed and giggled at how ticklish it was. He grinned, this was fun!

“Take your blouse and bra off, and your knickers, Sophie”

Sophie took them off and threw them to the side of the bed. Pembroke’s head plunged back between her legs and he growled as he sucked and licked furiously at her pussy, before yanking her panties down her hips and off her legs. He took off his thong, and began spitting on his cock. Sophie looked wet enough...

“Please ... I don’t think I’m ready...”Sophie could feel the air on her pussy, she was so exposed. He stuck one then two fingers inside her and saw her eyes pop out as she screamed.

“Aaa ... noo...” she tried to grab his hands. Pembroke smiled sadly, she would try and stop him if he did not force her.

“Thats it baby, you are nice and wet now, I am going to go inside you now. It’s going to be all right darling...”

He lowered himself on top of her, his body dwarfing and crushing hers. He felt the head of his cock meet resistance, and pushed while grabbing and pulling up her thighs for easier access.

Sophie had dreamt of this pain but the experience of it was something else. It felt like a knife was pulling her apart. She dug her nails into his back and grunted into his neck as he kissed her forehead gently. In a few short seconds, after a minute of pressure, his cock moved to completely fill her pussy and he was in to the hilt, his balls nestling against her asshole.

“Nnnn ... Aaaaa ... Oooo.” Sophie shut her eyes tightly and bit into her own hand to try and take away the pain in her vagina from the brutal invasion. Pembroke kept thrusting and while holding her head and rubbing his face through her hair.

He didn’t last long. He came and shouted loudly in triumph. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted. “Mmmph ... Please I can’t breathe...” Sophie was being smothered by his chest, and he finally rolled off her. Looking down at his cock, he could see his cock and the sheets covered in blood.

“Had you finished your period?”

“Yes, sorry, it just hurt a lot...” Sophie was holding her hands between her legs and sobbing quietly.

“Fuck that was amazing! I cannot wait to do it again. My God, why was I doing anything else, all I needed from my life was to have a girl like you.”

He turned to his side and held her face to kiss her again. She could not escape his bear hug and had to reciprocate.

He soon regained his mojo and within a few minutes he was fucking her doggy style. He looked down at her cute asshole, winking at him. He pulled out just so he could dive in with his tongue on her hole, licking and trying to poke his tongue inside her.

“Ooo” Sophie felt freaked out by this, anal sex was foreign to her. It felt dirty especially when he used the same tongue to kiss her mouth soon after.

They finally collapsed with Pembroke enveloping her. Pembroke dozed off in a happy sleep. Sophie could not sleep with the pain between her legs, and after a while managed to slip out from under his heavy arms.

She walked around the basement, and then looked at her rapist, her captor, her ‘daddy.’ A sprawling mound of flesh, his weapon now asleep between his legs. She could feel a coating of his saliva all over her. A slimy liquid was oozing out of her, it smelt salty, and she realized it was his cum.

She looked at the doors. Maybe the top door was unlocked? She could be up there in less than thirty seconds. Might she have another chance? She edged forwards and had her hands on the cage door. She looked over her shoulder, he was still asleep.

In the end, she couldn’t do it. She waited and waited but couldn’t work up the courage to try the gate again. His snoring became quieter, and he started mumbling in his sleep. Feeling ashamed of herself, Sophie tiptoed back into bed, and curled up beside him. “Hmmm ... I think I will sleep here with you ... good night baby” he kissed her forehead. “Good night daddy” she answered.